Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
DNA,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.